Under the cover of night, the moon's silvery glow cast an ethereal light upon the lush landscape of Luminara Haven. The tranquil stillness was shattered as a rustling in the underbrush drew the attention of Victor and his friends. Instinctively, they formed a defensive circle, their senses heightened and hearts pounding with a mix of anticipation and caution.
A chilling breeze carried whispers of danger, and before their eyes, figures emerged from the shadows – a group of sinister-looking elves, their eyes aglow with malevolence. Their presence alone was enough to send a shiver down spines, a tangible aura of hostility enveloping the clearing.
"Who are they?" Callie whispered, her voice barely audible.
Victor's grip on his weapon tightened as he eyed the hostile elves. "I don't know, but we're not going to let them harm us."
